THE rain relented for the day of the wedding, the sun shining down on the glistening blanket of green that covered the entire grounds of the mansion.
Primrose adjusted her grip on her bouquet of white roses and closed her eyes, banishing the butterflies that were swirling around in her stomach.
It had been a long, hectic couple of weeks with Kayan and her father hashing out details, and Nathaniel sitting in on the meetings, trying to understand his place in a man’s world when he was little more than a boy.
She knew fourteen wasn’t really a child, and that a hundred years ago, he would have been placed straight on their father's position. But he seemed so young. Much too young. It made her grateful for Kayan all over again.
The wedding, though, still terrified her.
She hadn’t seen Ka
